Vasectomy Affair

Finally I got the letter I had been waiting for, I was working from home and alone in the house when the mail came. Two letters for me. I opened the official looking one and read the words I'd been waiting for.

Dear Mr Lane,

We are pleased to confirm that following your recent vasectomy the semen test shows that you are sterile.

I heaved a sigh of relief and opened the other letter which was handwritten.

Dear James,

I have chosen to send this at the same time as your vasectomy results. I hesitated about contacting you but decided you needed to know. I'm twenty weeks pregnant with our child. A little boy. I have enclosed the sonogram photo. If you want nothing to do with us I understand but I've included my contact information just in case.

Love Alison.

I picked up the sonogram photo from where it had fallen out of the envelope and stared at my little boy. I was going to be a father again, the same day I'd been confirmed sterile.

My name is James Lane. I'm thirty-nine years old and I have four children. My son from my first marriage, who I haven't seen since he was four. He'll be sixteen now, living God Fucking Knows Where.

I've been married to my second wife Marie for ten years now. Our marriage is rock solid, we are soulmates and compliment each other in every way. We have three children; my beautiful daughters ages nine, five and two. Until now I would have said my only regret is that they don't know their half brother, that I didn't get to raise my son. Now it looks like I'll be repeating that same mistake.

Twenty weeks ago, I got a vasectomy. Marie and I had talked it over and decided that now was the right time. I'd gone into the procedure prepared for anything. Or so I'd thought. Turned out that the doctor performing my vasectomy was none other than my high school crush Alison Stinner. Worse, she'd only gotten more beautiful with the years. Reminiscing in awkward circumstances had become flirting. Flirting had become desire. And desire had led to me cheating on my wife right there in the doctors office. No regrets, I'd realised in that moment that despite how much I loved my wife I would betray her for a hot piece of ass and a large pair of tits. But in a cruel twist of irony, that fuck had been enough to get Alison pregnant, on the very day I was due to become sterile. What the fuck was I going to do?

When Marie arrived home that night, our three daughters in tow, she came into my home office. I was sitting with three open photo albums; one for each of my daughters, staring at their baby photos. Marie stepped up behind me and rubbed my shoulders.

"You okay?" she asked. I nodded, not looking up from the photos.

"I got my tests results today." I told her. "All clear. Totally sterile. Shooting blanks." Marie squeezed my shoulder slightly.

"Are you having regrets?" she asked. I shook my head.I have no regrets, that's just the problem,I thought. All afternoon I had agonised over the right thing to do. I was going to tell Marie the truth. I'd been unfaithful with another woman and now I was going to be a father for a fifth time.

I turned in my chair and looked up at my wife. Beautiful Marie; long black hair, clear guileless grey eyes. Beautifully tanned skin. A smile that never failed to make my heart pound. She was the woman I'd promised to love forever. To be faithful to. I'd pissed all over that when I'd fucked Alison but Marie still held my heart. She was my soulmate, the mother of my children. Most of my children. My daughters. I opened my mouth to tell her the truth I'd told myself I had to confess.

"Just some nostalgia I guess. I've made cottage pie for dinner." I stood up from the chair, closed the albums and wrapping my arm around Marie's waist, we left the room. And I left the truth unsaid. Whatever I was going to do about my affair and illegitimate child, it wasn't going to be admitting the truth.

The next day, Marie left for work and I took our daughters to school and nursery. Getting back home, I got Alison's letter out of the locked drawer in my desk where I'd hidden it along with the sonogram picture. I looked at the photo of my unborn son for a long moment before picking up my mobile. Dialling the number on the letter, I let it ring. After a moment a woman's voice came over the line.

"Hello." I felt a twinge in my stomach at the sound of Alison's voice.

"Alison, it's James." I said. There was a moments pause and then Alison's voice replied.

"James. I didn't think you would contact me."

"Alison, I'm not that kind of guy. We both created this situation and whatever I end up doing, I need to talk to you first. Can I come and see you?"

"Do you think that's a good idea?"

"Good idea or not, it's what I need to do. Please?" Another pause and then Alison's voice.

"Can you come over Friday morning?"

"That's perfect. I'll be there as soon as I drop my daughters at school. Goodbye Alison."

"Goodbye James." We hung up and I started work.

The next two days passed so slowly. I don't think Marie or my girls noticed my distraction, but I spent every minute of those two days wondering what I was going to say to Alison. In my heart, I wanted to be able to be in my son's life but the risk of getting caught was huge. I also remembered Marie's pregnancies, my first wife's pregnancy. How difficult they had found being pregnant and the help they'd needed from me. I'd taken them to appointments, brought them whatever weird food cravings they had and massaged sore body parts. I wanted to be there for Alison whilst she went through all that. It was the least I could do after putting her in this position. But again how could I be there for Alison without giving myself away.

On Friday, I dropped the girls at school and set off on the fifteen minute drive across the city to Alison's address. The day was scorching hot, probably the last hot day of the year. Air conditioning was on full blast, goosebumps forming in the exposed skin of my arms. I pulled up outside a medium sized but expensive looking house in a leafy suburb. Walking up to the door, I feel beads of sweat that had nothing to do with the heat rolling down my neck. I knocked on the door and waited. When Alison opened the door, my first reaction wasOh shit! How could she possibly have gotten more beautiful.Her chestnut hair fell down to her shoulders in gentle waves instead of the professional ponytail she'd worn last time we'd met. Her hazel eyes looked big and wide; full of vulnerability that made me want to put my arms around her. She was wearing a sundress in a shade of powder blue, her long sexy legs extending forever out from underneath into a pair of sandals. Her massive rack, which had caught my attention five months earlier looked like they were even bigger. And underneath, a soft but pronounced bump where my offspring lay. I tried not to stare but I failed. My eyes were focused on her pregnant belly. I felt a familiar ache, the feeling of pride that I'd felt with both my wives. I'd been part of making that baby inside this woman. She had a part of me living inside her.

While all this went through my mind, Alison welcomed me in and led me through to the back garden. We sat on the patio whilst she poured ice tea. We avoided the elephant in the room at first, chatting casually about other things. I was only half listening, my eyes mostly devouring her gorgeous body. In my opinion there is nothing in this world more beautiful then a woman you've gotten pregnant. I stared at that glorious bump; my son, sprung from my loins. I stared at the beautiful woman who was bearing my child. Not my wife, my weakness. A siren so entrancing she had seized my soul and corrupted me into violating my marriage without remorse. Inside my jeans I felt my cock stiffening and reaching forward I took a long sip of ice tea to try to cool my ardour. Finally Alison asked the question.

"What are you going to do James? I understand if you can't be a part of your son's life. I did a terrible thing in seducing a married man and I accept the consequences." I stared at her in surprise.

"Alison, I don't regret what happened. I wanted you and despite being married I took you. You're carrying my son and I'm going to be there for you both. As much as I can be." Alison looked troubled.

"I don't want to break up a family." She said hesitantly. I reached out and took her hand in mine. I squeezed it gently, and I saw her eyes fall on my wedding ring.

"You won't." I told her.

We talked for about another hour, deciding that from now on the three days a week I worked from home I would instead spend at her house. I'd work from my laptop but also be there to help her with tasks around the house and the trials of pregnancy going forward. As the birth drew closer we'd make additional plans. She walked me to the door, her face again wearing that vulnerable look.

"Thank you for being here. I'm so glad I won't have to continue this alone." She threw her arms around me and buried her face in my chest. Unthinkingly, I wrapped my arms around her and burying my face in her hair, gently kissed the top of her head. I got a nose full of her scent and felt my semi grow to full mast inside my tight fitting jeans. I said a hurried goodbye and climbed into my car. I drove home in a kind of daze, trying to put her out of my mind but unable to banish the feel of her skin or the scent of her hair. I pulled straight into my garage when I got home. Turned off the ignition and just sat for a moment. My cock was still straining at the tight fitting denim of my jeans and unbuttoning then, it rose up in front of me like a monument to how thoroughly I had fucked up my life. I grabbed at the shaft and began viciously jerking off. In my minds eye I saw Alison as she'd been on that day in her consulting room, naked and waiting to be claimed. But now her belly was swollen, her womb filled with my child.

"Fuck I'm so screwed." I groaned, hand still jerking at my stiff prick. I felt my impending climax in my bollocks and stopped fighting. My orgasm coated the steering wheel of my car in thick white ropes of cum. I watched as it dripped on to my lap and admitted to myself that it was only a matter of time before I was unfaithful to Marie for a second time. And that despite my earlier promise, I was willing to risk destroying my family, just to be able to fuck Alison again.

The next eight weeks were a purgatory of perversion. Three days a week, I would secretly visit Alison's house for the duration of my work day. I'd sit in her living room, working at my laptop whilst chatting with the woman who was carrying my bastard son. It was natural and comfortable. We never mentioned my wife, nor my daughters and in those hours I almost forgot they existed. Sometimes Alison would ask for help with simple tasks and I would do them for her, and all the while my eyes never left her. I stared at her beautiful face, at the body that had tempted me into infidelity, adultery and bastardy. And mostly I stared at the growing bump where my son was growing and often felt that surge of reproductive pride in the knowledge I had made that bump happen.

On my third visit, Alison complained of puffy painful ankles caused by the pregnancy. She'd reduced her working hours to only a couple of clinics a week but she still found the hours on her feet a strain. Soon she'd be going on maternity leave altogether. We were sitting side by side on her sofa, me typing away when she said it. I set down my laptop on the coffee table and reaching down, gently pulled her legs onto my lap and began massaging the ankles. It was something I did automatically, just like I had for Marie during her pregnancy with my first and second daughters. She hadn't experienced puffy ankles with the third oddly enough. It was nearly innocent. My focus initially was just on easing her pain and taking down the swelling. But then my attention began to stray as I worked. It was another warm day and Alison was wearing a dress again. Her long sexy legs were bare and it didn't take long before my hands began massaging further up the leg; first her calves, then the knee. When my hand started disappearing up the skirt of her dress to massage her thighs, my prick began to stiffen. That's when I came to my senses and pulled my hands back but more than anything I wanted to keep going. Once I got home I jerked off in the car again, my aching balls desperate for the release that I yearned to deposit into Alison's waiting cunt.

The next week was even worse. The weather had turned cooler and there was a definite bite in the air as I arrived at Alison's house. She opened the door wearing a blouse that didn't fit as well as it probably had a few weeks earlier, pregnancy bump stretching out the fabric. A cold blast of wind blew as she opened the door to me and I immediately registered her nipples; pointing hard against the cotton. My eyes fixated on her tits and I suddenly became aware of how fucking big they were. Plain and simple, I am a tit man through and through. I've never been with a woman who had tits smaller than a 36D. That was Marie actually; I'd compromised on her breasts because I loved so much else about her. Alison had to be at least a 40EE, but staring at her tits properly for the first time since the day I'd fucked her, they had surely grown bigger since. At a guess they were a 40G by now.

As I sat working, I couldn't help from regularly sneaking a glance at her magnificent bust. I pictured them full of milk, waiting for my baby boy to suckle them. I pictured myself, as I had after each of my daughters births, suckling the sweet liquid from those huge bouncing udders and had to resist the urge to grab her, rip open her blouse and start molesting those huge tits that just screamed slut at me from across the room. My erection was a frequent companion as I worked that day, trying to stay focused but in reality all I could think of was getting my hands on the ripe melons in front of me. Excusing myself early, I drove home in a lust filled fog and getting through the front door, instantly dropped my trousers. My six inch cock stood like a monument to my lost morals and fidelity. Grabbing my laptop, I pulled up a porno in which a blonde big titted bimbo gave a tit wank to a well endowed black guy. I watched as that huge black cock, slick with precum pumped back and forth between those massive milkers before spraying spunk all over them. I erupted at the same time as the guy on the screen, sending my own spunk over the carpet as I sank back on the sofa in a daze of post orgasmic relief.

Things really boiled over around week five. Alison was now twenty-seven weeks pregnant and feeling frequently uncomfortable. To counteract this, she'd decided to do prenatal yoga. One Friday morning I was sat in her living room as usual, working away at a long and very tedious report. She walked in wearing nothing but a sports bra and a pair of tight fitting gym shorts. My eyes felt like they must have bugged out of my head like one of those dumb cartoon characters. She looking stunning. Like ten out of ten, drop dead gorgeous, wet dream in the flesh stunning.

"Hope you don't mind if I do a few stretches whilst you work." She said, "I've been feeling so uncomfortable with the way the baby keeps putting pressure on my back." I just gave a quick nod and tried to divert my attention back to my work as she turned the television to a yoga programme and began her stretches. After a few minutes, I sneaked a quick peak at her past my laptop. Huge fucking mistake. As I'd already known, the gym shorts were really tight and I could clearly see a pronounced camel toe, perfectly outlining her delicious pussy. I felt my cock stirring in my jeans and tried to look away. It was hopeless, it felt like my head had been locked in position and I was trapped staring at this smoking vixen I'd knocked up.

As I just sat there staring, I noticed a damp spot appearing on the stretched Lycra of Alison's yoga pants. I also gradually became aware of a sweet seductive odour pervading the air. With a sudden jolt of remembrance I recalled how damp between the legs both my wives had gotten during the later weeks of pregnancy, constantly complaining about the increased discharge. Alison was soaking her gym shorts with pussy juice even as she did her prenatal stretches and I was getting a front row seat to this tantalising spectacle. My cock was stiff as steel and I knew this was it. This was the moment I had been anticipating, where I would lose all control and violate my marriage vows for a second time.

In a sudden burst of movement, I leapt to my feet and fled the room. Hurrying up the stairs, I locked myself in the bathroom. Unbuttoning my jeans, my cock bounced up, the head already slick with precum. I moaned deeply in the back of my throat as I took it in my hand and slowly began working the foreskin back and forth, rubbing the slickness of my arousal over the shaft. My nostrils were still full of Alison's scent. I remembered the taste of her on my tongue and felt a twinge deep in my balls as my climax neared. I squeezed my nuts tight in one hand, driving away the impending orgasm for a few moments. With my other hand, I tugged harder at my prick, a hard, burning tool of love between my legs.

"Oh Shit!" I moaned as my cock started pumping out it's load. I grabbed a hand towel from the rail and held it to my wildly squirting member. Sinking down on the toilet, weak at the knees from the intensity of my orgasm, I closed my eyes for a moment. Opening them again, I finished cleaning myself up and pulled my jeans back on. The hand towel was ruined and I shoved it away in my work bag on the way back to the living room. Alison was just straightening up from her final pose as I entered. She smiled at me.

"Hey I'm just going for a quick shower then I'll grab us some lunch." She gave me a swift kiss on the cheek as she left the room. Just a friendly gesture nothing more but enough to still make my stomach clench. My desire for Alison was increasing daily and no matter how hard I fought, I'd lay odds that before our baby was born, I'd be buried balls deep in her again.

Lying in bed that night, my craving for pussy coursing though me, my eyes turned to Marie as she sat in the bed reading. I still loved her even if she was no longer the pussy I desired. Still cunt is cunt I figured. Beneath the sheets my hand slips up her thigh, under her nightdress and began probing her slit. At first it seemed like Marie didn't even notice, eyes on her book, too focused to pay much attention to my ministrations. I intensified the pressure, probed a little deeper and gradually her slit grew moist as her arousal grew. Still Marie didn't acknowledge my actions. Sliding down beneath the covers, I positioned myself between Marie's legs, my breath tickling her thighs, nose buried amongst her trimmed bush. Finally, that got a reaction.

"What are you doing?" Marie's voice came confused. I frowned slightly,surely it hadn't been that long since I'd initiated sex. In answer, I pushed my tongue against the velvety folds of her snatch and began to eat her pussy. Small tits (by my standards) aside, Marie has a Heaven sent pussy. Her juices are like ambrosia on my tongue and I savour every drop. Between my legs my prick is hardening. I'd say I'm at around 90% peak arousal because there is something missing. As amazing as Marie's pussy from Heaven is, I'm now a fallen man addicted to a pussy from Hell.

As I slide my cock into my wife's waiting snatch, my head emerges from under the covers. Beneath me is Marie's face, contorted with pleasure. I feel like I can see two women; the one I love and the one I want. Marie gasps beneath me,

"Oh shit James. You feel so good. You're so fucking hard. Fuck me stud." I grabbed my wife's hips with wanton abandon and proceeded to have one of the hottest, wildest nights between the sheets we'd had in over a decade of marriage. I edged myself repeatedly, probably thanks to the huge load I'd deposited into Alison's hand towel, and got Marie off three times before cumming in her with a guttural moan. After we'd turned out the lights and Marie had fallen asleep, I stared at her for a long moment. I loved this woman. I had three kids with this woman. I'd just fucked this woman whilst fantasising about another woman. And I felt no guilt. How far had I fucking fallen?